Lyrics Gene Simmons - Oliver Francis

Gene Simmons

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, ooh
Aye, can you turn that on?
Yeah, what’s up
Whoa, turn up, turn up, what?
Yeah
Push to start ignition with the heated seats, ooh
Rubber bands, yeah, I keep that all on me, ayy
It’s all cash, why the fuck I need a lease?
Ayy
Digi' dashboard, we gon' catch a B, shawty
All I smoke is gas, all I rock is Raf
I been poppin' tags, throw it in the back, yuh
Two seat, 6-speed, digi' dashboard, yeah
Yeah, whip it like a NASCAR
Balenciaga kicks, Saint Laurent denim, ayy
Tennis bracelets with the rocks in 'em, yeah
Shawty wanna kiss like I’m Gene Simmons
Brazilian women, all I rock is Raf Simons, yeah
How the fuck I’m comin'?
Bitch, I’m comin' clutch, ayy
You can’t tell me shit, I’m that boy, go look me up, ayy
Bitch, bitch, I look like Majin Buu, yeah
Ain’t nobody out can touch me on the Fruity Loops, yeah
Just rollin' up the dope with these hoes, yeah, you know
That I be rollin' through the 573 with my bros
And I be smokin' on some bomb ass weed with my woes
And I been stackin' up the paper with nothin' but the flow
And you know, yeah
My only motive the money
Yeah, I hear 'em talkin' shit but they won’t take shit from me
I got some weed and it’s dummy, I’m on the beach and it’s lovely, yeah
I’m with a dime piece and she love me
And I ain’t never worry 'bout the rest
I seen that shit and I wasn’t impressed, nah, ayy
Boy, this cannot be yo' best, yeah
Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah
I would never switch up for a check, ooh, nah
I been bottle poppin' with my set, ah, yeah
All these rappers boring me to death, ah, yeah
Do yourself a favor, save your breath, yeah